Storm- A Wings of Diablo MC Novel #8 by Lake Rae B

Author:Lake, Rae B.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-27T16:00:00+00:00

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I cross the bridge over into Eden's Isle. The clubhouse is big, and I can see quite a few people out front laying out sandbags. Sure, it's been raining pretty steady for a few hours, but I didn't think it would call for all this. I guess Duo was right about flooding being a possibility.

"This them?” I ask, keeping my voice to a small whisper.

"Yeah." She grabs onto my sweater and hides behind me slightly. She is surely acting like they can do us some harm for someone who thought the club wasn't so bad.

I crouch down as low as I can go and begin to walk around the outskirts of the compound. The few people that were outside were so focused on laying out the sandbags that they didn't even see us roll up behind them. I didn't know what I was rolling up on, and the last thing I need is for them to be some crazy cannibal bastards just waiting for people to come asking for help. I want to see what they are about before I approach them. I look in through the back window and see a few members inside, most of them looking completely at ease. No drama, just sitting around shooting the shit. They are all wearing Kuttes that say Inferno's Clutch MC. That must be who they are. I’d heard whispers of them back when I was with the Wings, but we never had any dealings with them.

Duo turns suddenly at my back, and she gasps loudly, going stock still at my back. Fuck.

I turn around slowly, knowing I'm about to see someone there. My eyes don't stay on him, though. They drift down to the fucking gator he is walking around like a goddamn pet. It's not fully grown, but it's big enough it would do some fucking damage.

A tall man with dark brown hair stands in front of us with a fucked-up smile on his face and his head tilted to the side. "You see anything you like?" He asks.

"Look, man, we don't want any problems. I quickly pull Duo out of the way and push her behind me. That was the wrong fucking move. The damn gator opens his mouth, and a hissing sound comes out as he raises his head and stares at us, unmoving. I don't know shit about swamp wildlife, but even I know that fucking animal is about to rip us to shreds.

"You picked the wrong fucking club to not look for trouble." The man growls at me and takes a step forward. I move back, pushing Duo along with me. I make sure to keep myself in between the animal and her. She will go faster if it attacks. I move slowly, and the man in front of us stalks, pushing us further and further into the main area.

"Look, man, I was just trying to see what was happening before I went and rang the fucking doorbell. We got a lot of fucking heat on us right now.

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